The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.

What's the good of a home, if you are never in it?

Like Petrach's, my books know infinitely more than I do, and I'm grateful that they even tolerate my presence. At times I feel that I abuse the privilege.

My twin sister, my cousin, and I used to write and perform plays for my family. We raided the closets for costumes and fought over parts. I'm sure I was the bossiest one.

But I make the observation that no one of us would do things exactly alike.

Shadows are cool and peaceful places for those whose minds are overstocked with treasure.

Any direct experience that I have with indigenous peoples and their plights may feed into the nature of the story I choose to tell. In fact, it almost certainly will.

How hard it is in some cases to be believed!' 'And how impossible in others!

The more I go onstage, the more quiet I am before, because I intend to go onstage and slaughter.

There was never an idea started that woke up men out of their stupid indifference but its originator was spoken of as a crank.